Old Number Seven

Bm F# E F# Bm I guess I grew up on a older road F# a pedal to the medal I always did what I's told E until I found out that my brand new clothes came F second hand from the ritch kids next door when I Bm grew up fast I guess i grew up mean theres a F# thousand things inside my head I wish I aint seen E and now I just wanderd through a real bad dream F# feelin like im comin apart at the seems aw Bm thank u jack daniels old number seven F# tenessee wisky got me drinkin in heaven and ah E angels start to look good to me there gona F# have to deport me to the fiery deeps aw Bm thank you jack daniels old number seven F# Tennessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven and I E know I cant stay here to long cuz I F# cant go a week with out doin wrong Bm F# without doin wrong F# E without doin wrong E F# without doin wrong Bm so im sittin as the bar stool starts growin roots F# Im feelin like an old worn out pair of shoes aw E tell me what it is that I should do when im a F# swimming in the liquer only half way though im Bm watchin as his wings spread as wide as can be ah F# come on now and wrap them around me cause E all I want to do now is fall asleep F# come down here and lay next to me aw Bm thank you jack daniels old number seven F# tenessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven an a E up here the bottle never runs dry and you Fm never wake up with those tears in your eyes Bm thank you jack daniels old number seven F# Tennessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven an ah E angels start to look good to me their gonna F# have to deport me to the fiery deep Bm F# to the fiery deep F# E to the fiery deep E Fm to the fiery deeps